Thinking of You

While writing this, I was thinking of an ex o' mine, whom I miss deeply.

The moon gives me hope that i'll be with you again, But the night reminds me of dar times, Making me less hopeful. A trail of blood guides me to someone's death body, Panic takes over my body, Making me tremble and shake violently. Me regret hides my past failures, Making me seem Flawless. The stars dance above my head As I write this, And the dark sky holds me, As I turn my head towards the moon, And l let all the tears fall.

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